PONDERING

Joel Weishaus

 

Good afternoon Joel.

The pond appears to be part of native wetlands which acts, amongst several other things, as regional detention. In short, floodplain/wetland areas are mostly required to remain untouched. My educated guess would be that these wetland areas could have become more 'pond like' with the construction of the roads that intersect them. The culverts may have slowed the wetland stream and created what exists today. (1)

 

 

Around 300 million years ago our ancestor Tiktaalik emerged from primeval waters, slithered across the muddy ground, and began the long evolution toward the uncanny mind in which "humanity poetically dwells."(2)

Around 50,000 years ago, our ancestors drew lines and blew colors onto subterranean bulbous flickering walls and on terranean rocks, creating images of animals they knew or imagined, symbols and signs, and handprints as signatures of I Am.(3)

Around 2,500 years ago our ancestors thought deeply and came up with Philosophy: the love of wisdom, to which the restless human mind added ethics, mathematics, science...subsuming its original inspiration. However, a few of these philosophers were poets whose "bright tatters of wisdomcast / over gray welter and spume should at any rate yield / a few visions and reflections."(4)

"This pond was made deep and pure for a symbol."(5)

Two famous ponds in Literary History are Henry Thoreau's Walden Pond, and Matsuo Basho's: Old pond / frog leaps in / plop! (6) While Thoreau's pond has become a tourist destination, Basho's pond remains a koan, a conundrum to ponder upon. And then there's Orpheus, whose decapitated head sang its way down the River Hebrus to Lesbos, "the island of poets," where his Oracle continues to ponder our deepest questions through the words of contemporary philosopher poets.

Near the pond is a stand of old growth trees, ingeniously twisted vines, and a ring of flowers nurturing their fragrance as motor vehicles containing children on their way to a questionable education speed past, fouling the crisp morning air. An elderly couple strolls by holding hands,
while their dog is busy sniffing a world into its sensitive nose.

Juxtaposed to the poems are digital paintings, iconographic in their own right, Here the tyranny of the frame is an illiusion: as genes transfer between bodies, memes transfer between works of art.

 

1. Matthew Johnson, Senior Planner / Community Development. City of Forest Grove OR.
2. Martin Heidegger quoting Friedrich Hölderlin.
3. Alison George, "The Cave Art Conundrum." New Scientist, Volume 251, Issue 3345, July 2021.
4. Robert Bringhurst. From, "Herakleitos."
5. H.D. Thoreau, Waden. (1854)
6. Furu ike ya / kawazu tobikomu / mizo no oto.

Note: Pondering is designed to be viewed on a 13" or larger screen.

 



 

TITLES (LINKS)

 

On A Cold Autumn Dawning

Sweet Scent Of Autumn Shadows

On A Parallel Road To The River

When Earth Was Young

From A Secluded Lake

Unlike Walden And Its Famous Hermit

This Old Pond Dreams It's Dancing

Like A Pond That Can't Be

As The Sun Rises The Shadows

The Pond Stretches Into The Night

Even Though It Knows Quacking

In His Scarlet Cap And Gossamer

Grass Wears The Crystals

Every Pond Has Dreamed

When We Walked On The Shards

Scanning Water Trudging Through

A Dense Fog Slips Over The Pond

The Pond Flows In Around And Out

On The Mountain's Lips A God

When We Find That In The Beginning


In His Amsterdam Studio Rembrandt

What Have You Birthed A Second Time

The Mountain Lifts As Memory

In The Morning’s Sward Gray Sky

Wingless Flight Rising In Starlight

As His Singing Head Floated Down

Some Walls Of Paleolithic Caves

A Slice Of Sunshine Slides Its Way

   

 




© Joel Weishaus 2026